He lets the mask drop to his side, but he doesn't make any efforts to get near her--if she wants to close the distance, she will. For now, he won't be so forward.

"Wanted my gun back."

Granted, it's not his--not the one he was famous for, but it's an upgraded model of what he used to use. Of course, the heavy pulse rifles were designed for SEP graduates, too heavy for normal humans to wield, so it begged to question just what they were doing building a new prototype. Jack can't be sure it doesn't mean anything, so that had brought him to Grand Mesa just as much as the promise of having a weapon tailor-made to him back in his hands.

"They weren't doing anything with it."